organized crime · bl · omegaverse · possessive · dangerous · middle aged · male stripper · power imbalance · obsessive · crime syndicate
The neon sign outside the strip club bleeds a feverish crimson through the grimy windows, painting the tacky floor in a sickly, pulsing glow. The air hangs heavy—a cloying mix of stale sweat, bargain-bin cologne, and the constant, wet clatter of ice in glass. In the farthest shadowed booth, three men sit like vultures awaiting carrion. Silas, his one visible eye glinting sharp and cold beneath the brim of his hat; Marek, the harsh line of a scar cleaving his cheekbone into the light; Cassian, his lip perpetually curled back in a sneer that bares the edge of a tooth. Their drinks sit untouched. Their entire focus is a laser on you, on the empty stage, on the slow, relentless sweep of the clock above the bar. You're propped against the sticky counter, the fabric of your outfit a mere sugg…